Moment of Release July 15, 2011 In the signal moment of a soul's release When it floats above the body it has borne And looks upon an earth well-known and loved, A frame that time has ebbed away and worn, Blesses those who cherished through the years The love it gave and more than love returned, Departing now to realms of rest and bliss To see again the spheres from which it turned To feel again the thrill of rapture's kiss, Descended here in a dense human mould Our sorrow's tears should cease and pain be brief The tale of birth and death a story told By those who now no longer suffer grief United with the splendour at its source, Vibran

Song of the Youthful Soul March 10, 2011 O sing to me of summer and the days When beauty walked unwounded through the land Our fathers held in reverence, with praise To unknown gods they tilled with conscious hand. O teach me all the secrets of the earth, How flowers yield their fragrance to the sky, The wonderment and mystery of birth And life; why sadness comes and love must die. O sing to me of our lost harmony, How man creates and why he must destroy, Of beauty's touch and instants of ecstasy, Why sorrow tinges every face of joy. O teach me to find my soul that dwells within And know myself a being born of light, Freed from th

Roses March 24, 2011 I have known you roses, far across the sea Braving the blistering humidity, Your beauty tried in a struggle to survive. In your home of light do you remember me? I have seen you, roses, where the cool Pacific winds Anoint you with their fleeting fog that binds Lover to lover who would forever live Far from the ugliness of human minds Who distort and darken beauty with their thought. O roses with the power poets sought When poetry and rhythm were alive And metred the soul of loveliness you caught Surviving in hostile climates to withstand Torrential rain, to grow upon the sand. In the harshest of conditions still you thrive

The Vision Into Which I Grow March 11, 2011 I have lived a dream of Auroville and prayed For peace among the scattered tribes of men. A fateful hand upon my head was laid That I might not relive the past again. In my heart a deepened longing stirs For beauty and the advent of the light, Majestic soaring of the solemn firs And countless stars upon the loom of night. Here the land is difficult and hard To penetrate its clay and gravel base But I was called by the voice of God And carried to this dry and barren place To plant, to labour, that I in time might know Myself and the vision into which I grow.

The Mark of Divinity August 12, 2011 Open the doors of wonder And the casements of shuttered night Let break upon the wakening soul A vision bathed in light. Release from the grasp of darkness This being trodden down By pain and ignorance and death That God may spring full-grown From that which now is clay Mould a living form of thee Thy image from our dust That closed and blinded eyes may see In all the mark of divinity.

When Shall We Wake? March 24, 2011 What have we done to this fair and lovely world? Consuming hatreds, inconsolable griefs Have blinded us to beauty and the truth Calling us from hidden depths to see That what is now shall soon no longer be. Earth's revolt is certain and has begun. Still the nuthatch in the ancient oak Presses a seed within the furrowed bark And upside down, enjoys his tender meal. The robins listen with a quickened ear To catch the lowly worm at work in earth. I watch the stalking heron on still legs, No move betrays his silent lethal skills, The hawks on updrafts circle round and round With eyes that see beyond our l

Coming of the Overman Jan. 22, 2011 What have we done to this fair and lovely world? Consuming hatred, inconceivable greed Have blinded us to beauty and the truth That calls to us from inner depths to see That what is now shall soon no longer be. Earth’s revolt is certain and has begun. Still, the nuthatch in the ancient oak Presses a seed within the furrowed bark And, upside down, enjoys his tender meal. The robins listen with an amplified ear To catch the lowly worm at work in earth. I watch the stalking heron on still legs, No move betrays his silent lethal skill, The hawks on updrafts c

The Countenance of God The loneliness of days is on me now Yet in the end we never are alone, Eternal presences accompany The striving soul, compassionate and strong, To guide the pilgrim spirit on the way. For one day we shall see the master-plan Awake to godhead sloughing of the cloak Of long inconscience, ignorance and pain, Revealed the meaning of each birth in time, The knowledge lost in the descent to form, The rapture feel when lifted is the veil That long protected us from too great light, The Friend remembered through successive lives Who guided us when we were least aware. And then the world will kneel before his feet

Lord, Give Us Time July 20, 2011 I looked upon the world I thought I knew But nothing saw of the reality That dwells beyond the apparent face of things. In youth I knew all there was to know, My life was full, the vessel overflowed With music and the budding days of love, But now that half a century has passed I look with eyes undimmed yet do not see Behind illusion's veil and the hedge of mind The truth I feel and know within the soul. Can we obliterate the storied past To which we cling, so difficult to lose, Live the light we are and turn not back To petty thoughts and transient desires. One is there who in the silent heart Sings

Guidance of the Golden Years April 8, 2011 I could not stop the tears from flowing, Who loved the very soul of thee, All these years and yet unknowing Betrayal and infidelity. Through blinding tears I could not see The doubt, a cancer in your soul, I saw my own ignominy Forgetful of my spirit's call. But one who lives a flame in me Saved me from disastrous fate Broke the chains and set me free That I might love and calmly wait, Done with all life's useless tears The guidance of the golden years.